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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.