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 Russia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Slave,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.