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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.