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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.