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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.