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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.