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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.