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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.