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 China and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.