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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.