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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.