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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Brick to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.