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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.