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 Sri Lanka 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.