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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.