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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.