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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.