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 Finland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Nas,
Todd Terry,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.