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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.