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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 London and Glasgow.
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 snare 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
EPMD,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
The Motions,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.