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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.