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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader 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?
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.