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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
the Association,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.