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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.