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 Romania and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Alphaville,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.