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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.