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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Can,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.