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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.