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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.