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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.