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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.