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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.