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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.