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 Syria 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.