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 Finland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.