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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.