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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Quantec,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.