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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.