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 Kiribati and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.