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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.