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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.