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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.