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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Loose Ends 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.