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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Crime,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Dual Sessions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.