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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.