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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.