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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Skriet,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.