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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.