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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
the Slits,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.