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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.