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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.