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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.