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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Ossler,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.