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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Misunderstood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.