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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.