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 Libya and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.