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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.