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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.