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 Poland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Television,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.