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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.