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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.