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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.