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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.