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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.