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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scrapy,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.