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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.