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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Alton Ellis,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Brick,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.