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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.