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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.