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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.