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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.