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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
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.