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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.