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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Josef K,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.