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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.