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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Second Layer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.