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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Sun Ra 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.