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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Icehouse,
Television,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.