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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Technova,
This Heat,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.