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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pantytec,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.