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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.