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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Yaz,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.