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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Associates,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.