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 Chile and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.