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 Dominica 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Wings,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.