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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Livin' Joy,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.