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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
New Order,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.