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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.