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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.