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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.