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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.