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 Colombia 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
The Wake,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.