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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.