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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
the Association,
cv313,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.