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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
The Motions,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.