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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.