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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
the Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.