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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.