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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Whodini,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.