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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.