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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.