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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 London and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smoke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.