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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Niagra,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.