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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.