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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.