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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Harmonia,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.