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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Index,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.