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 France and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.