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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Faust,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.