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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Lower 48 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Crime,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.