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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MC5,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.