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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.