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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
The Index,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.