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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the techno 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Wings,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.