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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.