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 Peru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
JFA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.