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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.