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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.