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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.