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 Slovakia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
UT,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.