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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.