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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
The Motions,
June Days,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
the Association,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.