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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Aaron Thompson,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Oblivians,
10cc,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.