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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.