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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 DJ Sneak to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Japan,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.