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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.