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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
New Order,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.