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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.