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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.