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 Colombia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.