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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.