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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.