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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.