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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Organ,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Slave,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.