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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Los Fastidios,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.