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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.