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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Main Source,
Mars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Fear,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.