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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.