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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.