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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Can,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.