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 Belize and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.