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 India and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Television,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.