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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Swans,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.