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 Malaysia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.