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 Zambia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.