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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.