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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.