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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.