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 Korea South and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.