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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
cv313,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.