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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.