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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Slave,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.