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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.