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 Germany and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Magma,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.