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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.