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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.