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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Gang Starr,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.