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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Faust,
Swans,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.