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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.