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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joyce Sims 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.