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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Television,
Liliput,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.