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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.