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 Burkina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.