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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.