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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Pulsallama 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.