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 Guyana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the punk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.