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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.