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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.