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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brick to the disco 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.