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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.