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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.