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 El Salvador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.