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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.