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 Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Real Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Index,
June Days,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.