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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.