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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.