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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Doobie Brothers to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
DNA,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.