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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.