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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
AZ,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.