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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.