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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.