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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.