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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.