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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Carl Craig to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.