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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.