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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.