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 Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Television,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.