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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.