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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.