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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.