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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.