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 South Africa 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.