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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.