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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grunge 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
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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.