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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.