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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.