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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.