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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
Brick,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.