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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.