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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.