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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.