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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.