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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.