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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.