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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.