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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.