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 Gabon and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
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.