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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.