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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the crunk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.