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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.