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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sällskapet to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.