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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.