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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.