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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Main Source to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.