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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Hashim,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Qualms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
X-101,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.