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 Pakistan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Scion,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.