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 Burkina and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.