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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 B.T. Express 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.