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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.