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 United Kingdom and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.