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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.