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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Monks,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.