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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.