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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Hoover to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.