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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
AZ,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.