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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.