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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Josef K,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fortunes,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.