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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
MC5,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.