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 Libya and from Edmonton.
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 Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.