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 Colombia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Accra and Manila.
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 marimba 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.