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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.