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 Colombia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Technova,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
The Names,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.