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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.