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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.