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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.