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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.