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 Guatemala 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
cv313,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.