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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Roxette,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.