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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.