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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
UT,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.