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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
the Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.