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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.