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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
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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.