Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.