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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.