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 Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.