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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
PIL,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Can,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.