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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.