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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Darondo,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Index,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.