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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
John Holt,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
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The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.