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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
JFA,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Brick,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.