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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.