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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.