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 Somalia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the crunk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.