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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
JFA,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.