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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.