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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.