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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.