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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.