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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.