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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.