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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.