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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.