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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
The Residents,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.