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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
JFA,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.