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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.