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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fall to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.