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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Gong,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.