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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.