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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.