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 Belgium 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.