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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.