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 Bolivia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.