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 Djibouti 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Television,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.