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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.