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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.