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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.