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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.