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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Inner City,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.