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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slackers to the funk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.