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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.