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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.