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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pole,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.