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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Echospace,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.