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 Barbados 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Organ,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.