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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.