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 France and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.