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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban 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.