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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.