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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.