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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.