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 Jordan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.