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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.