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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
June Days,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.