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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.