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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 guitar 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.