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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.