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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.