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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.