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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.