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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.