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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Trumans Water to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.