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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.