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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
Nas,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.