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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.