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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.