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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.