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 Honduras and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scion,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Wings,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.