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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.