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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.