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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
ABC,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.