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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.