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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.