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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.