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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Slave,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
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.