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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.