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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.