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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.