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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 clarinet 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.