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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Ohio Players to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Section 25,
June Days,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.