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 Oman and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.