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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.