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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.