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 Mauritania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television Personalities to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.