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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
X-102,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.