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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Q65,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.