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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Peter and Kerry,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.