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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.