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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.