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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Mandrill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
New Order,
The Wake,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.