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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.