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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Franke,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.