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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 The Blackbyrds to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.