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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.