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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.