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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.