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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fuzztones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.