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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.