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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Rekid 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.