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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.