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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Television,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.