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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.