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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.