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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.