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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Sparks,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
AZ,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.