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 Iraq and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.