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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skaos,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.