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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.