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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.