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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.