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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
the Slits,
The Move,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.