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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
Mars,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.