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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Oneida,
Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.