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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
cv313,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.