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 Burkina 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arcadia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.