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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
The Human League,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.