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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the crunk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.