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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michelle Simonal 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.