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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
DNA,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.