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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.