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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.