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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.