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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.