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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.