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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.