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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.