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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.