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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.