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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.