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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.