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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
cv313,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.