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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Cameo,
Wire,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.