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 Burundi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
The Residents,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Pylon,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.