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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
UT,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.