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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.