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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.