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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.