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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.