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 Slovakia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.