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 Uganda and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.