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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.