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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.