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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.