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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Chrome,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.