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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.