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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.