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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Television,
Skriet,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.