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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.