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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.