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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.