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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Index,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.