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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.