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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Make Up to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.