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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.