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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.