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 Iraq and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
UT,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.