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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Siglo XX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Television,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.