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 Senegal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Harry Pussy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.