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 Belize 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Television,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.