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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.