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 Solomon Islands and from Halifax.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.