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 Denmark and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.