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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.