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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.