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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.