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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.