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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.