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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.