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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Crime,
ABC,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.