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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.