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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.