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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.