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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
cv313,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.