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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.