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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.