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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.