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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Enemy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.