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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Suicide,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.