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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the crunk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.