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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Excepter,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.