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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.