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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Darondo,
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
MDC,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.