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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.