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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.