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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.