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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.