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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
cv313,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
10cc,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.