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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.