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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Bourne,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.