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 Somalia and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.