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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Television,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.