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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Television,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.