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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.