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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.