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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Television,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.