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 Swaziland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cure,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.