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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.