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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.