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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
UT,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris & Cosey,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.