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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.