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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.