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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moebius,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.