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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
UT,
Ten City,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.