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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.