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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.