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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.