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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Fear,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.