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 Congo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.