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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.