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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.