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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Joe Finger 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.