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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Pylon,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.