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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the funk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.