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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Swans,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.