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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.