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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.