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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Wire,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.