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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.