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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.