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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Neu! 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.