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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.