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 Turkmenistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
John Cale,
Skaos,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
JFA,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.