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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Negative Approach,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
China Crisis,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.