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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Wings,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.