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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the dance 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.