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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.