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 Albania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.