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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.