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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.