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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
World's Most,
Aswad,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.