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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.