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 Moldova and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Evens to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.