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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Slave,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.