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 Peru and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
MDC,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Can,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.