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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.