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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.