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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
The Saints,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.