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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Adolescents,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.