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 Qatar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.