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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.