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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the dance 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.