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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Index,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.