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 Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Index,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.