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 Congo and from Paris.
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 Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.