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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Dawn Penn,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.