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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Quadrant,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.