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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
June Days,
the Human League,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Faust,
Neu!,
New Order,
Skaos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.