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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 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 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.