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 Korea South 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.