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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.