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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.