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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.