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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.