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 Chad 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Ronan,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Pagans,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.