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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
The Litter,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Faust,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.