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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
New Order,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.