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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.