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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.