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 South Africa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.