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 New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.