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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.