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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.