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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.