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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
kango's stein massive,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.