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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.