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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
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 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.