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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Nico,
Magma,
The Evens,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.