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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.