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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.