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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye 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 techno 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.