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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.