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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.